It’s always something

Walter apparently thinks he is Michael Phelps, because he came into my office this evening with his entire underside soaking wet.

A brief investigation confirmed that he had taken himself for an impromptu swim in the toilet bowl, necessitating another aquatic adventure in the form of a shampoo and shower.


Being a very sweet kitty, Walter did not offer to scratch or bite while I bathed him, but I think the depth of his revulsion at the whole unseemly mess is evident from the photo above.

Would I be a terrible pet owner if I said that was the funniest thing I’ve seen all week?